Nay, that cannot be so neither. Yes, it is so, it is so:

it hath the worser sole. This shoe with the hole15 in it is my

mother, and this my father. A vengeance on’t16, there ’tis.

Now, sir, this staff17 is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as

a lily and as small as a wand.18 This hat is Nan, our maid. I am

the dog: no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog. O, the dog is

me, and I am myself. Ay, so, so. Now come I to my father.

Father, your21 blessing: now should not the shoe speak a word

for weeping. Now should I kiss my father: well, he weeps on.

Now come I to my mother: O, that she could speak now like a

wood24 woman! Well, I kiss her. Why, there ’tis; here’s my

mother’s breath up and down.25 Now come I to my sister;

mark26 the moan she makes. Now the dog all this while sheds

not a tear nor speaks a word: but see how I lay the dust27 with

my tears.

[Enter Pantino]

PANTINO    Lance, away, away: aboard! Thy master is shipped,

and thou art to post30 after with oars. What’s the matter? Why

weep’st thou, man? Away, ass, you’ll lose31 the tide, if you

tarry any longer.

LANCE    It is no matter if the tied33 were lost, for it is the

unkindest tied that ever any man tied.

PANTINO    What’s the unkindest tide?

LANCE    Why, he that’s tied here, Crab, my dog.

PANTINO    Tut, man, I mean thou’lt lose the flood37, and in

losing the flood, lose thy voyage, and in losing thy voyage,

lose thy master, and in losing thy master, lose thy service,

Lance gestures for him to stop

and in losing thy service—Why dost thou stop

my mouth?

LANCE    For fear thou shouldst lose42 thy tongue.

PANTINO    Where should I lose my tongue?

LANCE    In thy tale.44

PANTINO    In thy tail!45

LANCE    Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the master, and

the service, and the tied! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am

able to fill it with my tears: if the wind were down, I could

drive the boat with my sighs.

PANTINO    Come: come away, man. I was sent to call50 thee.

LANCE    Sir, call me what thou dar’st.

PANTINO    Wilt thou go?

LANCE    Well, I will go.

Exeunt

Act 2 Scene 4

running scene 7

Enter Valentine, Silvia, Turio [and] Speed

SILVIA    Servant!

VALENTINE    Mistress?

SPEED    Master, Sir Turio frowns on you.

VALENTINE    Ay, boy, it’s for love.

SPEED    Not of you.

VALENTINE    Of my mistress, then.

SPEED    ’Twere good you knocked7 him.

[Exit]

SILVIA    Servant, you are sad.

VALENTINE    Indeed, madam, I seem so.

TURIO    Seem you that10 you are not?

VALENTINE    Haply I do.

TURIO    So do counterfeits.12

VALENTINE    So do you.

TURIO    What seem I that I am not?

VALENTINE    Wise.

TURIO    What instance16 of the contrary?

VALENTINE    Your folly.

TURIO    And how quote18 you my folly?

VALENTINE    I quote it in your jerkin.19

TURIO    My jerkin is a doublet.20

VALENTINE    Well, then, I’ll double your folly.

TURIO    How?22

SILVIA    What, angry, Sir Turio? Do you change colour?

VALENTINE    Give him leave, madam, he is a kind of chameleon.

TURIO    That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live25

in your air.

VALENTINE    You have said, sir.

TURIO    Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.28

VALENTINE    I know it well, sir: you always end ere you begin.29

SILVIA    A fine volley30 of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot

off.

VALENTINE    ’Tis indeed, madam, we thank the giver.

SILVIA    Who is that, servant?

VALENTINE    Yourself, sweet lady, for you gave the fire.34 Sir Turio

borrows his wit from your ladyship’s looks, and spends what

he borrows kindly36 in your company.

TURIO    Sir, if you spend37 word for word with me, I shall make

your wit bankrupt.

VALENTINE    I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer39 of words

and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers, for it

appears by their bare liveries41 that they live by your bare

words.

SILVIA    No more, gentlemen, no more: here comes my

father.

[Enter Duke]

DUKE    Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.45

Sir Valentine, your father is in good health:

What say you to a letter from your friends

Of much good news?

VALENTINE    My lord, I will be thankful

To any happy messenger50 from thence.

DUKE    Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman?51

VALENTINE    Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman

To be of worth and worthy estimation,53

And not without desert54 so well reputed.

DUKE    Hath he not a son?

VALENTINE    Ay, my good lord, a son that well deserves

The honour and regard of such a father.

DUKE    You know him well?

VALENTINE    I knew him as myself, for from our infancy

We have conversed and spent our hours together,

And though myself have been an idle truant,

Omitting62 the sweet benefit of time

To clothe mine age63 with angel-like perfection,

Yet hath Sir Proteus — for that’s his name—

Made use and fair advantage of his days:

His years but young, but his experience old,

His head unmellowed but his judgement ripe,67

And in a word — for far behind his worth

Comes all the praises that I now bestow—

He is complete in feature70 and in mind,

With all good grace to grace a gentleman.

DUKE    Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,72

He is as worthy for an empress’ love,

As meet to be an emperor’s counsellor.

Well, sir, this gentleman is come to me,

With commendation from great potentates,76

And here he means to spend his time awhile:

I think ’tis no unwelcome news to you.

VALENTINE    Should I have wished a thing, it had been he.

DUKE    Welcome him then according to his worth.

Silvia, I speak to you, and you, Sir Turio,

For Valentine, I need not cite82 him to it:

I will send him hither to you presently.

[Exit]

VALENTINE    This is the gentleman I told your ladyship

Had come85 along with me, but that his mistress

Did hold his eyes locked in her crystal looks.86

SILVIA    Belike that now she hath enfranchised them87

Upon some other pawn for fealty.

VALENTINE    Nay, sure, I think she holds them prisoners still.

SILVIA    Nay, then he should be blind, and being blind,

How could he see his way to seek out you?

VALENTINE    Why, lady, Love hath twenty pair of eyes.

TURIO    They say that Love hath not an eye at all.93

VALENTINE    To see such lovers, Turio, as yourself:

Upon a homely object, Love can wink.95

SILVIA    Have done, have done: here comes the gentleman.

[Turio may exit]

[Enter Proteus]

VALENTINE    Welcome, dear Proteus! Mistress, I beseech you,

Confirm his welcome with some special favour.

SILVIA    His worth is warrant99 for his welcome hither,

If this be he you oft have wished to hear from.

VALENTINE    Mistress, it is: sweet lady, entertain101 him

To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship.

SILVIA    Too low a mistress for so high103 a servant.

PROTEUS    Not so, sweet lady: but too mean104 a servant

To have a look of such a worthy mistress.

VALENTINE    Leave off discourse of disability:106

Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.

PROTEUS    My duty108 will I boast of, nothing else.

SILVIA    And duty never yet did want his meed.109

Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress.

PROTEUS    I’ll die on him that says so but111 yourself.

SILVIA    That you are welcome?

PROTEUS    That you are worthless.

[Enter Turio, or a servant enters and whispers to Turio]

TURIO    Madam, my lord your father would speak with you.

SILVIA    I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Turio,

Go with me. Once more, new servant, welcome.

I’ll leave you to confer of home affairs:

When you have done, we look to hear from you.

PROTEUS    We’ll both attend upon your ladyship.

[Exeunt Silvia and Turio]

VALENTINE    Now, tell me: how do all from whence you came?

PROTEUS    Your friends are well and have them much commended.121

VALENTINE    And how do yours?

PROTEUS    I left them all in health.

VALENTINE    How does your lady? And how thrives your love?

PROTEUS    My tales of love were wont to125 weary you:

I know you joy not in a love discourse.

VALENTINE    Ay, Proteus, but that life is altered now.

I have done penance for contemning128 Love,

Whose high imperious129 thoughts have punished me

With bitter fasts, with penitential130 groans,

With nightly tears and daily heart-sore sighs:

For in revenge of my contempt of love,

Love hath chased sleep from my enthrallèd133 eyes,

And made them watchers of134 mine own heart’s sorrow.

O gentle Proteus, Love’s a mighty lord,

And hath so humbled me, as I confess,

There is no woe to his correction,137

Nor to138 his service no such joy on earth.

Now no discourse, except it be of love:

Now can I break my fast, dine, sup and sleep

Upon the very naked141 name of love.

PROTEUS    Enough: I read your fortune in your eye.

Was this143 the idol that you worship so?

VALENTINE    Even she144; and is she not a heavenly saint?

PROTEUS    No, but she is an earthly paragon.145

VALENTINE    Call her divine.

PROTEUS    I will not flatter her.

VALENTINE    O, flatter me, for love delights in praises.

PROTEUS    When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,149

And I must minister the like150 to you.

VALENTINE    Then speak the truth by151 her; if not divine,

Yet let her be a principality,152

Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.

PROTEUS    Except my mistress.

VALENTINE    Sweet155, except not any,

Except thou wilt except against156 my love.

PROTEUS    Have I not reason to prefer mine own?

VALENTINE    And I will help thee to prefer158 her too:

She shall be dignified with this high honour,

To bear my lady’s train, lest the base earth

Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss,161

And of so great a favour growing proud,

Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower163

And make rough winter everlastingly.

PROTEUS    Why, Valentine, what braggardism165 is this?

VALENTINE    Pardon me, Proteus: all I can166 is nothing

To her whose worth makes other worthies167 nothing.

She is alone.168

PROTEUS    Then let her alone.

VALENTINE    Not for the world: why, man, she is mine own,

And I as rich in having such a jewel

As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,

The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Forgive me that I do not dream on thee,174

Because thou see’st me dote upon175 my love.

My foolish rival, that her father likes—

Only for177 his possessions are so huge—

Is gone with her along, and I must after:

For love, thou know’st, is full of jealousy.

PROTEUS    But she loves you?

VALENTINE    Ay, and we are betrothed: nay, more, our marriage-hour,

With all the cunning manner of our flight,182

Determined of183: how I must climb her window,

The ladder made of cords, and all the means

Plotted and ’greed185 on for my happiness.

Good Proteus, go with me to my chamber,

In these affairs to aid me with thy counsel.

PROTEUS    Go on before: I shall inquire you forth.188

I must unto the road, to disembark189

Some necessaries190 that I needs must use,

And then I’ll presently attend you.

VALENTINE    Will you make haste?

PROTEUS    I will.

Exit [Valentine]

Even as one heat another heat expels,194

Or as one nail by strength drives out another,

So the remembrance196 of my former love

Is by a newer object197 quite forgotten.

Is it mine eye or Valentine’s praise?

Her true perfection or my false transgression199

That makes me reasonless to reason thus?200

She is fair: and so is Julia that I love—

That I did love, for now my love is thawed,

Which, like a waxen image gainst a fire

Bears no impression of the thing it was.

Methinks my zeal205 to Valentine is cold,

And that I love him not as I was wont.

O, but I love his lady too too much,

And that’s the reason I love him so little.

How shall I dote on her with more advice,209

That thus without advice210 begin to love her?

’Tis but her picture211 I have yet beheld,

And that hath dazzlèd my reason’s light:

But when I look on her perfections,213

There is no reason but214 I shall be blind.

If I can check my erring215 love, I will:

If not, to compass216 her I’ll use my skill.

Exit

Act 2 Scene 5

running scene 8

Enter Speed and Lance [separately. Lance with his dog, Crab]

SPEED    Lance, by mine honesty, welcome to Padua.1

LANCE    Forswear2 not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not

welcome. I reckon this always, that a man is never undone3

till he be hanged, nor never welcome to a place till some

certain shot be paid and the hostess5 say ‘Welcome!’

SPEED    Come on, you madcap: I’ll to the ale-house with you

presently, where, for one shot of five pence, thou shalt have

five thousand welcomes. But, sirrah, how did thy master part

with Madam Julia?

LANCE    Marry, after they closed in earnest10, they parted very

fairly11 in jest.

SPEED    But shall she marry him?

LANCE    No.

SPEED    How then? Shall he marry her?

LANCE    No, neither.

SPEED    What, are they broken?16

LANCE    No, they are both as whole as a fish.17

SPEED    Why then, how stands the matter18 with them?

LANCE    Marry, thus: when it stands well with him, it stands

well with her.

SPEED    What an ass art thou! I understand thee not.

LANCE    What a block22 art thou, that thou canst not! My staff

understands23 me.

SPEED    What thou say’st?

LANCE    Ay, and what I do too: look thee, I’ll but lean, and

my staff under-stands me.

SPEED    It stands under thee, indeed.

LANCE    Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one.

SPEED    But tell me true, will’t be a match?

LANCE    Ask my dog: if he say ‘ay’, it will. If he say ‘no’, it

will. If he shake his tail and say nothing, it will.

SPEED    The conclusion is, then, that it will.

LANCE    Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a

parable.34

SPEED    ’Tis well that I get it so. But Lance, how say’st thou35

that my master is become a notable36 lover?

LANCE    I never knew him otherwise.

SPEED    Than how?

LANCE    A notable lubber39, as thou reportest him to be.

SPEED    Why, thou whoreson ass, thou mistak’st me.40

LANCE    Why, fool, I meant not thee, I meant thy master.

SPEED    I tell thee, my master is become a hot lover.

LANCE    Why, I tell thee, I care not though he burn himself

in love. If thou wilt, go with me to the alehouse: if not, thou

art an Hebrew, a Jew, and not worth the name of a Christian.

SPEED    Why?

LANCE    Because thou hast not so much charity in thee as to

go to the ale48 with a Christian. Wilt thou go?

SPEED    At thy service.

Exeunt

Act 2 Scene 6

running scene 9

Enter Proteus alone

PROTEUS    To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn?

To love fair Silvia, shall I be forsworn?

To wrong my friend, I shall be much forsworn.

And ev’n that power which gave me first my oath4

Provokes me to this threefold perjury.

Love bade me swear, and Love bids me forswear;

O sweet-suggesting Love, if thou hast sinned,7

Teach me, thy tempted subject, to excuse it.

At first I did adore a twinkling star,

But now I worship a celestial sun.

Unheedful vows may heedfully11 be broken,

And he wants wit12 that wants resolvèd will

To learn13 his wit t’exchange the bad for better.

Fie, fie, unreverend tongue, to call her14 bad,

Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferred15

With twenty thousand soul-confirming16 oaths.

I cannot leave17 to love, and yet I do:

But there I leave to love where I should love.

Julia I lose, and Valentine I lose:

If I keep them, I needs must lose myself.

If I lose them, thus find I21 by their loss:

For22 Valentine, myself, for Julia, Silvia.

I to myself am dearer than a friend,

For love is still most precious in itself,

And Silvia — witness heaven that made her fair25

Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.26

I will forget that Julia is alive,

Remembering that my love to her is dead.

And Valentine I’ll hold29 an enemy,

Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.

I cannot now prove constant31 to myself,

Without some treachery used to Valentine.

This night he meaneth with a corded33 ladder

To climb celestial Silvia’s chamber-window,

Myself in counsel his competitor.35

Now presently I’ll give her father notice

Of their disguising and pretended flight,37

Who, all enraged, will banish Valentine,

For Turio he intends shall wed his daughter.

But Valentine being gone, I’ll quickly cross,40

By some sly trick, blunt41 Turio’s dull proceeding.

Love, lend42 me wings to make my purpose swift,

As thou hast lent me wit to plot this drift.43

Exit

Act 2 Scene 7

running scene 10

Enter Julia and Lucetta

JULIA    Counsel, Lucetta: gentle girl, assist me,

And ev’n in kind love, I do conjure2 thee,

Who art the table3 wherein all my thoughts

Are visibly charactered4 and engraved,

To lesson me and tell me some good mean5

How with my honour I may undertake

A journey to my loving Proteus.

LUCETTA    Alas, the way is wearisome and long.

JULIA    A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary

To measure10 kingdoms with his feeble steps:

Much less shall she that hath Love’s wings to fly,

And when the flight is made to one so dear,

Of such divine perfection as Sir Proteus.

LUCETTA    Better forbear14 till Proteus make return.

JULIA    O, know’st thou not his looks are my soul’s food?

Pity the dearth16 that I have pined in,

By longing for that food so long a time.

Didst thou but know the inly18 touch of love,

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow

As seek to quench the fire of love with words.

LUCETTA    I do not seek to quench your love’s hot fire,

But qualify22 the fire’s extreme rage,

Lest it should burn above the bounds of reason.

JULIA    The more thou damm’st it up, the more it burns.

The current25 that with gentle murmur glides,

Thou know’st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage:

But when his fair course is not hinderèd,

He makes sweet music with th’enamelled stones,28

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge29

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage,

And so by many winding nooks he strays

With willing sport to the wild32 ocean.

Then let me go, and hinder not my course:

I’ll be as patient as a gentle stream,

And make a pastime of each weary step,

Till the last step have brought me to my love,

And there I’ll rest, as after much turmoil

A blessèd soul doth in Elysium.38

LUCETTA    But in what habit39 will you go along?

JULIA    Not like a woman, for I would prevent40

The loose encounters of lascivious men:

Gentle Lucetta, fit me with such weeds42

As may beseem43 some well-reputed page.

LUCETTA    Why then, your ladyship must cut your hair.

JULIA    No, girl, I’ll knit45 it up in silken strings

With twenty odd-conceited46 true-love knots.

To be fantastic47 may become a youth

Of greater time48 than I shall show to be.

LUCETTA    What fashion, madam, shall I make your breeches?

JULIA    That fits as well as ‘Tell me, good my lord,

What compass will you wear your farthingale?51

Why, ev’n what fashion thou best likes, Lucetta.

LUCETTA    You must needs have them with a codpiece53, madam.

JULIA    Out, out, Lucetta! That will be ill-favoured.54

LUCETTA    A round hose, madam, now’s not worth a pin55

Unless you have a codpiece to stick pins on.56

JULIA    Lucetta, as thou lov’st me, let me have

What thou think’st meet and is most mannerly.58

But tell me, wench, how will the world repute me

For undertaking so unstaid60 a journey?

I fear me it will make me scandalized.61

LUCETTA    If you think so, then stay at home and go not.

JULIA    Nay, that I will not.

LUCETTA    Then never dream on infamy64, but go.

If Proteus like your journey when you come,

No matter who’s displeased when you are gone:

I fear me he will scarce be pleased withal.67

JULIA    That is the least, Lucetta, of my fear:

A thousand oaths, an ocean of his tears,

And instances of infinite70 of love

Warrant me welcome to my Proteus.71

LUCETTA    All these are servants to deceitful men.

JULIA    Base men, that use them to so base effect.

But truer stars did govern Proteus’ birth:

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles,75

His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,76

His tears pure messengers sent from his heart,

His heart, as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

LUCETTA    Pray heav’n he prove so when you come to him.

JULIA    Now, as thou lov’st me, do him not that wrong

To bear a hard opinion of his truth81:

Only deserve my love by loving him,

And presently go with me to my chamber

To take a note of what I stand in need of,

To furnish me upon my longing journey.85

All that is mine I leave at thy dispose,86

My goods, my lands, my reputation:

Only, in lieu thereof88, dispatch me hence.

Come, answer not, but to it presently.

I am impatient of my tarriance.90

Exeunt

Act 3 Scene 1

running scene 11

Enter Duke, Turio [and] Proteus

DUKE    Sir Turio, give us leave1, I pray, awhile:

We have some secrets to confer about.

[Exit Turio]

Now, tell me, Proteus, what’s your will with me?

PROTEUS    My gracious lord, that which I would discover

The law of friendship bids me to conceal,

But when I call to mind your gracious favours

Done to me — undeserving as I am—

My duty pricks8 me on to utter that

Which else no worldly good should draw from me.

Know, worthy prince, Sir Valentine my friend

This night intends to steal away your daughter:

Myself am one made privy to12 the plot.

I know you have determined to bestow her

On Turio, whom your gentle daughter hates,

And should she thus be stol’n away from you,

It would be much vexation16 to your age.

Thus, for my duty’s sake, I rather chose

To cross my friend in his intended drift,

Than, by concealing it, heap on your head

A pack of sorrows which would press you down,

Being unprevented, to your timeless21 grave.

DUKE    Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care,

Which to requite, command me23 while I live.

This love of theirs myself have often seen,

Haply when they have judged me fast asleep,

And oftentimes have purposed26 to forbid

Sir Valentine her company and my court.

But fearing lest my jealous aim28 might err

And so unworthily disgrace the man—

A rashness that I ever yet have shunned—

I gave him gentle looks, thereby to find31

That which thyself hast now disclosed to me.

And that thou mayst perceive my fear of this,

Knowing that tender youth is soon suggested,34

I nightly lodge her in an upper tower,

The key whereof myself have ever kept:

And thence she cannot be conveyed away.

PROTEUS    Know, noble lord, they have devised a mean

How he her chamber-window will ascend,

And with a corded ladder fetch her down:

For which, the youthful lover now is gone,

And this way comes he with it presently,

Where, if it please you, you may intercept him.

But, good my lord, do it so cunningly

That my discovery be not aimed at:45

For love of you, not hate unto my friend,

Hath made me publisher of this pretence.47

DUKE    Upon mine honour, he shall never know

That I had any light49 from thee of this.

PROTEUS    Adieu, my lord: Sir Valentine is coming.

[Exit Proteus]

[Enter Valentine]

DUKE    Sir Valentine, whither away51 so fast?

VALENTINE    Please it your grace, there is a messenger

That stays to bear my letters to my friends,

And I am going to deliver them.

DUKE    Be they of much import?

VALENTINE    The tenor56 of them doth but signify

My health and happy being at your court.

DUKE    Nay then, no matter. Stay with me awhile:

I am to break59 with thee of some affairs

That touch me near60, wherein thou must be secret.

’Tis not unknown to thee that I have sought

To match my friend Sir Turio to my daughter.

VALENTINE    I know it well, my lord, and sure the match

Were rich and honourable: besides, the gentleman

Is full of virtue, bounty65, worth and qualities

Beseeming66 such a wife as your fair daughter.

Cannot your grace win her to fancy him?

DUKE    No, trust me, she is peevish, sullen, froward,68

Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty,

Neither regarding70 that she is my child

Nor fearing me as if I were71 her father.

And, may I say to thee, this pride of hers,

Upon advice73, hath drawn my love from her,

And, where I thought the remnant of mine age74

Should have been cherished by her child-like duty,

I now am full resolved to take a wife

And turn her out to who77 will take her in:

Then let her beauty be her wedding-dower,78

For me and my possessions she esteems79 not.

VALENTINE    What would your grace have me to do in this?

DUKE    There is a lady in Verona here

Whom I affect: but she is nice82 and coy,

And nought esteems my agèd eloquence.83

Now therefore would I have thee to my tutor—

For long agone I have forgot to court,85

Besides, the fashion of the time is changed—

How and which way I may bestow myself87

To be regarded88 in her sun-bright eye.

VALENTINE    Win her with gifts, if she respect not words:

Dumb jewels often in their silent kind90

More than quick91 words do move a woman’s mind.

DUKE    But she did scorn a present that I sent her.

VALENTINE    A woman sometime scorns what best contents her.

Send her another: never give her o’er,94

For scorn at first makes after-love the more.95

If she do frown, ’tis not in hate of you,

But rather to beget97 more love in you.

If she do chide, ’tis not to have you gone,

Forwhy,99 the fools are mad, if left alone.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say,

For101 ‘get you gone’, she doth not mean ‘away!’

Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces:102

Though ne’er so black103, say they have angels’ faces.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man

If with his tongue105 he cannot win a woman.

DUKE    But she I mean is promised by her friends106

Unto a youthful gentleman of worth,

And kept severely from resort of men,

That109 no man hath access by day to her.

VALENTINE    Why then I would resort to her by night.

DUKE    Ay, but the doors be locked and keys kept safe,

That no man hath recourse to her by night.

VALENTINE    What lets113 but one may enter at her window?

DUKE    Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,

And built so shelving115 that one cannot climb it

Without apparent hazard of his life.

VALENTINE    Why then, a ladder quaintly117 made of cords

To cast up, with a pair of anchoring hooks,118

Would serve to scale another Hero’s tower,119

So120 bold Leander would adventure it.

DUKE    Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,121

Advise me where I may have such a ladder.

VALENTINE    When would you use it? Pray, sir, tell me that.

DUKE    This very night; for Love is like a child

That longs for everything that he can come by.

VALENTINE    By seven o’clock I’ll get you such a ladder.

DUKE    But, hark thee: I will go to her alone.

How shall I best convey the ladder thither?

VALENTINE    It will be light, my lord, that you may bear it

Under a cloak that is of any length.130

DUKE    A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn?131

VALENTINE    Ay, my good lord.

DUKE    Then let me see thy cloak:

I’ll get me one of such another134 length.

VALENTINE    Why, any cloak will serve the turn, my lord.

DUKE    How shall I fashion me136 to wear a cloak?

I pray thee, let me feel thy cloak upon me.

Takes Valentine’s cloak and discovers a letter and a rope ladder concealed under it

What letter is this same?138 What’s here? ‘To Silvia’!

And here an engine fit for my proceeding.139

I’ll be so bold to break the seal for once.

Reads

‘My thoughts do harbour141 with my Silvia nightly,

And slaves they are to me that send them flying.

O, could their master come and go as lightly,143

Himself would lodge where, senseless, they are lying.144

My herald thoughts in thy pure bosom rest them,145

While I, their king, that thither them importune,146

Do curse the grace that with such grace147 hath blessed them,

Because myself do want my servants148’ fortune.

I curse myself, for they are sent by me,

That they should harbour where their lord should be.’

What’s here?

‘Silvia, this night I will enfranchise152 thee.’

’Tis so: and here’s the ladder for the purpose.

Why, Phaeton — for thou art Merops’ son154

Wilt thou aspire to guide the heavenly car,

And with thy daring folly burn the world?

Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee?

Go, base intruder, overweening slave,158

Bestow thy fawning smiles on equal mates,159

And think my patience, more than thy desert,160

Is privilege for thy departure hence.

Thank me for this more than for all the favours

Which, all too much, I have bestowed on thee.

But if thou linger in my territories

Longer than swiftest expedition165

Will give thee time to leave our royal court,

By heaven, my wrath shall far exceed the love

I ever bore my daughter or thyself.

Be gone! I will not hear thy vain excuse,

But as thou lov’st thy life, make speed from hence.

[Exit]

VALENTINE    And why not death, rather than living torment?

To die is to be banished from myself,

And Silvia is myself: banished from her

Is self from self. A deadly banishment:

What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?

What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?176

Unless it be to think that she is by

And feed upon the shadow178 of perfection.

Except179 I be by Silvia in the night,

There is no music in the nightingale.

Unless I look on Silvia in the day,

There is no day for me to look upon.

She is my essence, and I leave to be183

If I be not by her fair influence184

Fostered, illumined185, cherished, kept alive.

I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:186

Tarry I here, I but attend on187 death,

But fly I hence, I fly away from life.

[Enter Proteus and Lance]

PROTEUS    Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out.

LANCE    So-ho190, so-ho!

PROTEUS    What see’st thou?

LANCE    Him we go to find: there’s not a hair192 on’s head but

’tis a Valentine.193

PROTEUS    Valentine?

VALENTINE    No.

PROTEUS    Who then? His spirit?196

VALENTINE    Neither.

PROTEUS    What then?

VALENTINE    Nothing.

LANCE    Can nothing speak? Master, shall I strike?

PROTEUS    Who wouldst thou strike?

LANCE    Nothing.

PROTEUS    Villain203, forbear.

LANCE    Why, sir, I’ll strike nothing.204 I pray you—

PROTEUS    Sirrah, I say forbear. Friend Valentine, a word.

VALENTINE    My ears are stopped206 and cannot hear good news,

So much of bad already hath possessed them.

PROTEUS    Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,208

For they are harsh, untuneable and bad.

VALENTINE    Is Silvia dead?

PROTEUS    No, Valentine.

VALENTINE    No Valentine212 indeed, for sacred Silvia.

Hath she forsworn213 me?

PROTEUS    No, Valentine.

VALENTINE    No Valentine, if Silvia have forsworn me.

What is your news?

LANCE    Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished.217

PROTEUS    That thou art banished — O, that’s the news—

From hence, from Silvia, and from me thy friend.

VALENTINE    O, I have fed upon this woe already,

And now excess of it will make me surfeit.221

Doth Silvia know that I am banishèd?

PROTEUS    Ay, ay: and she hath offered to the doom—223

Which unreversed stands in effectual force—

A sea of melting pearl, which some call tears:

Those at her father’s churlish feet she tendered,226

With them, upon her knees, her humble self,

Wringing her hands, whose whiteness so became228 them

As if but now they waxèd229 pale for woe.

But neither bended knees, pure hands held up,

Sad sighs, deep groans, nor silver-shedding tears

Could penetrate her uncompassionate sire;232

But Valentine, if he be ta’en, must die.

Besides, her intercession chafed234 him so,

When she for thy repeal was suppliant,235

That to close236 prison he commanded her,

With many bitter threats of biding237 there.

VALENTINE    No more, unless the next word that thou speak’st

Have some malignant239 power upon my life:

If so, I pray thee breathe it in mine ear,

As ending anthem of my endless dolour.241

PROTEUS    Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,

And study243 help for that which thou lament’st:

Time is the nurse and breeder of all good.

Here if thou stay, thou canst not see thy love:

Besides, thy staying will abridge246 thy life.

Hope is a lover’s staff: walk hence with that

And manage248 it against despairing thoughts.

Thy letters may be here, though thou art hence,

Which, being writ to me, shall be delivered

Even in the milk-white bosom of thy love.251

The time now serves not to expostulate:252

Come, I’ll convey thee through the city-gate,

And ere I part with thee, confer at large254

Of all that may concern thy love-affairs.

As thou lov’st Silvia, though not for thyself,256

Regard257 thy danger, and along with me.

VALENTINE    I pray thee, Lance, an if thou see’st my boy,258

Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate.

PROTEUS    Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine.

VALENTINE    O, my dear Silvia! Hapless Valentine!

[Exeunt Valentine and Proteus]

LANCE    I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the wit to

think my master is a kind of a knave: but that’s all one, if he263

be but one knave. He lives not now that264 knows me to be in

love, yet I am in love, but a team of horse265 shall not pluck that

from me, nor who ’tis I love: and yet ’tis a woman, but what

woman, I will not tell myself: and yet ’tis a milkmaid, yet

’tis not a maid, for she hath had gossips: yet ’tis a maid268, for

she is her master’s maid, and serves269 for wages. She hath

more qualities than a water-spaniel270, which is much in a

Pulls out a paper

bare Christian. Here is the cate-log of her condition.271

Imprimis:272 She can fetch and carry.’ Why, a horse can

do no more; nay, a horse cannot fetch273, but only carry,

therefore is she better than a jade.